“It can’t be that simple,” Jackie had questioned.

“The key is to anticipate every possible condition and plan for it.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can. I know you can. You play poker, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s different,” Jackie reasoned.

“It’s no different. When you’re playin’ poker or any card game for that matter; you gotta always keep the objective in mind, naturally.”

“Naturally?”

“You have to look at what you got to work with and anticipate based on that to determine what the other players have. That dictates how you're gonna bet or how you play your cards. Same shit I do when I’m plannin’ a job.”

“But when I’m playin’, I’m doin’ all that shit on the fly, in the moment.”

“Okay, it’s different, but it’s the same. You just have to have discipline,” Travis told her that day.

Jackie knew that was the one thing she had none of; no discipline what so ever. A loyal slave to her passions was what Jackie was. If she saw it and she wanted it, she had to have it. And that included men… and women. And the Porsche she was driving;

Jackie was out on the island in Huntington driving down Jericho Turnpike when she saw the car on the lot. Jackie took in the Cayman with her eyes and immediately fell in love with its curves. The salesman told her, “The Cayman S is armed with 3.4 liters of total swept volume and a maximum of 295 horsepower at 6250 rpm. Maximum torque is 251 lb.-ft. at 4400 rpm.”

“What’s the top speed?” Jackie asked excitedly.

“One hundred and seventy-one miles per hour.”